When Archmage returned to his room, he did not let his imagination run wild like the rookie The Brave next door. Rob had a more difficult problem to deal with. Although his arm was temporarily frozen when he fought the one-eyed butcher, it was only an emergency measure after all. The wound had to be treated eventually, or else he would have to consider amputating it.
This degree of injury was actually beyond Rob's ability. Mages had always been known for their offense, and healing was not their forte.
The easiest way was, of course, to find a priest to cast a few healing spells, or the more advanced Divine Healing. After that, the young man's right arm would recover to its original state as long as he recuperated for a while.
But the problem was that Archmage did not want outsiders to see the wound.
If everything went according to plan, Mankun Udisi's body would be found in a few days. Once his true identity was confirmed, it was bound to cause an uproar. The temple would definitely launch an investigation as soon as possible. At that time, if someone recalled the wound on his body, it would be easy to associate him with the mage who killed the Orc Hero.
Although he had already boarded the ship to the Free city-state with Lolo at that time, one should never underestimate the power of the temple. All the ships that docked at Sethevia Port were registered. As long as they could determine which ship Rob boarded, the temple would be able to find the ship owner and ask him where he disembarked.
However, unlike the attitude they had towards the rookie The Brave, the temple did not have any dirty thoughts towards the future patron of the human race. After discovering the whereabouts of the young man, they would most likely hand over the matter to the Magic Association. In that case, Rob would really be walking into a trap by going to Gudilesi University Town.
For the sake of prudence, the young man could only try to solve the problem of the wound himself.
Previously, when he was eating downstairs, he deliberately asked the landlady for an extra glass of ale and brought it back to his room. In addition, he also asked for a needle and thread from the hotel's hostess, saying that it was for mending clothes. After that, Archmage rummaged through his travel bag for a roll of bandages and a few clean clothes.
After preparing everything, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor took a deep breath.
Rob had never experienced anything like this before. He had only read about these methods of treating wounds in books.
Of course, Archmage had been injured before. Demain and Steins were very strict with him during training. In order to ensure the intensity and effectiveness of the training, the two often played seriously with him. The teenager had been injured many times because of this.
However, the Royal Magic Academy had a specialized medical department. There were two high-ranking priests, five middle-ranking priests, and a number of beginner-ranking priests. The medical team was made up of two high-ranking priests, five middle-ranking priests, and several low-ranking priests. If the students and teachers in the academy were injured, they could look for them to treat them for free. Sometimes, there were also beautiful and gentle little nuns who would help.
Speaking of which, places like magic academies had always had an uneven ratio of men to women. In most academies, the number of male Magicians far exceeded the number of female Magicians. After all, if war were to break out in the future, Magicians would also have to step onto the battlefield. Compared to women, it was easier for men to adapt to the cruelty of war.
Boys of this age were at the peak of their hormone secretion and began to develop hazy feelings for the opposite sex around them. However, the Academy of Magic and most of the female magicians were more arrogant. The innocent and cute little nuns in the medical department naturally became the goddesses in the hearts of all the boys, the most perfect first love.
On this point, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor was no exception. Although Rob had countless fans in the college and was known as the dream lover of all the juniors, it did not change the tragic fact that he was locked up in the tower for seven to eight years by the two old monsters, Demain and Steins.
On this point, there was no difference between Rob and the majority of his male compatriots. He was also filled with longing for the legendary medical department.
However, reality was always incomparably cruel. The future Supreme Magister Your Honor was the personal disciple of the principal and vice principal, the future hope of the human race. It would be a little unreasonable if he did not have some privileges in the academy.
And having a private medical team was one of them. The Temple of God was also very generous in this aspect, specially sending an experienced high-grade priest who specialized in healing magic damage to serve the future Supreme Magister Your Honor, in the name of saving the youth from the pain of waiting in line.
To be fair, the special priest of the Temple of God was quite professional, even better than the other two high-grade peers in the academy. Unfortunately, the word 'experienced' was not just for show. The old priest was 90 years old this year, and the two nuns who came to help were also in their sixties. After seeing his professional medical team, Rob instantly felt as if someone had punched him in the chest. The youth's long-cherished dream was shattered by the benevolent smile of the old priest.
The future Supreme Magister Your Honor silently made up his mind to train seriously in the future and reduce the number of injuries.
However, at this moment, in this faraway port, Archmage was a little nostalgic for his professional medical team. He did not expect that after escaping from the academy, there would be a day where he would have to scrape his own bones to heal his wounds.
However, Archmage had always been a person with strong adaptability. Since the current conditions did not allow him to be picky, he could only make use of the resources available to him as much as possible.
The youth followed the steps in the book and first roasted the iron needle on a candle for a while, then threaded the thread and put it in his mouth for later use. After that, he took off his upper body's clothes and released a small fireball to freeze his right arm in mid-air.
The orc hero's strength was not to be underestimated. The last attack before his death was even more powerful. From Archmage's current angle, his right arm could be said to be in a terrible state. It was like a sausage that had been fried in a pan for too long. There was a terrible wound right in the middle, and when the skin was flipped open, he could see the pale white bones underneath.
Speaking of which, this was Rob's first time seeing his own bones. It was obviously not a good feeling.
However, the youth did not hesitate after that. He picked up the mug of ale and poured it on his wound. Naturally, this was also what Archmage had read from the book. It was said that this method could be used to disinfect and prevent infection after suturing.
After that, Archmage felt a piercing pain from the wound.
It felt like there were thousands of knives stabbing into his arm at the same time.
"F * ck!"
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